KINKY FRIEDMAN - MISS NICKELODEON lyrics

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Miss Nickelodeon<br>

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(Jay Wise)<br>

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Kinda like an Indian beatin’ on his mandolin<br>

Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,<br>

Smilin’ back from the place they’re in.<br>

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Hero’s mother hides in Austin waitin’ for a loan<br>

Preacher’s teachers boogie down in Saigon,<br>

Tryin’ to make it on their own.<br>

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Injun ladies with their cement hair,<br>

Snub Ulysses on the stair<br>

I believe he’s up there sellin’ kitchen wares,<br>

Tryin’ to make it back to Sweden.<br>

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Ah, kinda like an Indian beatin’ on his mandolin<br>

Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,<br>

Smilin’ back from the place they’re in.<br>

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Glad to see you on the mend,<br>

Oh, Miss Nickelodeon,<br>

Guess you got the stuff I could not send,<br>

Roll it over again.<br>

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Trip in from ‘43,<br>

A magic boy, his dog and me.<br>

On a run to eternity<br>

Not carin’ what it’s costin’.<br>

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Oh, kinda like an Indian beatin’ on his mandolin<br>

Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,<br>

Smilin’ back from the place they’re in.<br>

<br>

Oh, kinda like an Indian beatin’ on his mandolin<br>

Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,<br>

Smilin’ back from the place they’re in.<br>

<br>

Oh, kinda like an Indian beatin’ on his mandolin<br>

Lucky Paul and his Asian friend,<br>

Smilin’ back from the place they’re in.<br>

<br>

Oh, kinda like an Indian beatin’ on his mandolin<br>

Lucky Paul and his Asian friend ...<br>

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